Emmeline set her wand down on a counter and reached into a cabinet, pulling down a couple of vials. "Well, sometimes your peers can be pretty persuasive," she said gently. She wasn't sure how much pain he was in, so she measured out a small dosage of the pain potion and mixed it with a hangover concoction that she kept on hand.
"This... is a secret cocktail," she smiled, walking over to him, "that I reserve for injured Quidditch players," she smirked. "It's a mild pain medication mixed with a hangover tonic. Would you like it before I mend your arm?" she asked, offering Caradoc the vial.